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Russian Roulette

Cold metal on my forehead
We're playing russian roulette again
Only this time, one empty chamber
Your eyes so blank, so distant

The sticks dig into my bare legs
As I look up at you, saying nothing
My white shirt splotched with blood
I came here to have fun

I ignored the danger
You told me you had a secret
Tell me you love me again
When my pretty face goes red

My mascara smeared across my eyes
I worked so hard to be cute
I won't cry, I know the truth
You live for the tears

I ignored the danger
You told me you had a secret
Tell me you love me again
As my pretty face goes red

You play god so well, little boy